Money

Money makes the world go round or so that's what they say
But no one pays the sun to turn the night back into day
And all the plants and animals don't know the value of a dollar
And so this man made symbol adds to a word that's so unnatural
People no longer worship gods they now worship federal notes
Putting all their faith and trust in corporation cut-throats
They work like slaves every day so their bosses can get rich
Then they turn around and spend the little that they make on useless shit

Money is the root of all evil
Money is the shackle of the new slave owner
Money is the root of all evil
Don't let it get you, you've got to break free

Each bill is imprinted with four words I can't believe
"In God We Trust" is bullshit, and freedom will never ring
The dollar bill is nothing, but it tends to rule our lives
Each bill is just a link in the shackles of our pride
Money makes the world go round or so that's what they say
But no one pays the sun to turn the night back into day
And all the plants and animals don't know the value of a dollar
And so this man made symbol adds to a word that's so unnatural



Credits
Writer(s): Simon O'connor
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